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Family rifts suck.
Jul. 21st, 2003 12:47 pmI was with my Gramma V. when she died. I promised her we'd be all right, that it was OK for her to go. But we weren't and it tore me up emotionally. ( I even wrote a poem about it. )
There were certain ones of my dad's siblings that opposed one other and her kids. Three of the seven remained neutral. My dad was one, Uncle Bud was another, and Uncle Earl up in Montana was the third.
Gramma died nearly 12 years ago. I don't know what happened to cause the problem. My dad said it was sibling rivalry that never was dealt with and agreed with me that the specifics were none of my business.
After promising Gramma we'd be all right, I felt responsible when we all weren't. Things got better in recent years. In fact, I thought the rift had healed. When my aunt passed away last August, I hoped all the remaining bad feelings would be buried with her, because she was the one the others had opposed.
Her youngest daughter was with Uncle Bud last night when he died. Apparently, the rift is wide open again. I still don't want to know what it is but I want to let the ones who were angry that my cousin was at Uncle Bud's bedside know that he loved and belonged to ALL of us. I'm glad she was there. Otherwise, he would have been alone when he passed.
I told Gramma we'd be OK. It feels like my job to make that true.
There were certain ones of my dad's siblings that opposed one other and her kids. Three of the seven remained neutral. My dad was one, Uncle Bud was another, and Uncle Earl up in Montana was the third.
Gramma died nearly 12 years ago. I don't know what happened to cause the problem. My dad said it was sibling rivalry that never was dealt with and agreed with me that the specifics were none of my business.
After promising Gramma we'd be all right, I felt responsible when we all weren't. Things got better in recent years. In fact, I thought the rift had healed. When my aunt passed away last August, I hoped all the remaining bad feelings would be buried with her, because she was the one the others had opposed.
Her youngest daughter was with Uncle Bud last night when he died. Apparently, the rift is wide open again. I still don't want to know what it is but I want to let the ones who were angry that my cousin was at Uncle Bud's bedside know that he loved and belonged to ALL of us. I'm glad she was there. Otherwise, he would have been alone when he passed.
I told Gramma we'd be OK. It feels like my job to make that true.
